EIGHT

Defiled at eight, 

but still chose to keep her head straight

now she's one and eight,

everyone wants to have a taste 

she'd soon be twenty-eight and all she has is hate

playful and humble is how they see her 

dread and venom is all that is left of her

she finds loves and overthinks it all

All she wants is to see every man fall 

she doesn't have a figure eight at twenty-eight,

the reason why everything she sees is hate

Broken as a bottle thrown against a stone 

And she's ready to use the pieces to bring men down to their bones.